 | Let me give you my story. During the summer of grade 11, I was 17. I realized that grade 12 is coming and will end sooner than the past year did. I looked at what my future was starting to look like from right now, and started looking at successful people and concluded that going to university, getting a degree and landing a job would not bring me the life I wanted. I often fantasized about dealing with 7+ figures, driving exotic cars, owning mansions, islands, multi-million dollar condos, having a private jet, black card, skydiving, being able to talk about anything and so on. A sort of international man. When grade 12 started, I told my parents I didn't want to go to university and wanted to start a business instead. They were not receptive of this and said they would cut me off from their support if i did not go. The semester ended and my friends were getting acceptance offers from universities while my grades were sub-par. I had been spending my time doing forex trading, and in the past 4 months I had turned my initial investment of 3000$ (I've had a job for the past year and was saving) into ~27,000. I started to learn the power of compound interest, and how with some basic skills one could make a fortune. My parents were growing more and more tired with me. A few months had rolled by, the school had notified my parents of my poor grades and my 18th birthday was approaching. It was mid May, when my investment had grown to over 250k. My 18th birthday came in a week, and my parents saw no future in me so they kicked me out. I cashed in 50?f my forex earnings and had about 65k left with me. I rented out a house, and started an online clothing business. The clothing business took off and was netting me approximately 40k a month after the first 3 months, while my forex account was growing substantially because of my large capital. I was making on average 55k a month after taxes by the time i turned 19. My dreams were just starting to come true. I became involved in the stock market and helped my friend become involved in the music industry by becoming his manager and his career started to take off as well. All of my investments were working together and had made me approximately 200k a month that year. Once I cracked the million dollar barrier, I decided it was time to splurge on something. I bought myself my dream car, a Ferrari 458 Spider and a pricey downtown condo. I continued to diversify my portfolio the following year and was able to make slightly over 1 million per month by the time I was 20. I started buying small businesses and living well when one day I saw my parents in one of my restaurants. They recognized me, and thought I was just restaurant staff.( I was just wearing a black jacket over a shirt, nothing special) Up to this point I had not spoken to anyone from my family. My father asked me: "How's minimum wage?" to which I responded, "I wouldn't know, I just own the place." He thought that I was joking but soon found out I was serious. He sat there, not knowing what to say. I told him "everything you wanted me to be would just make me be like you. I'm happy I'm not like you, worrying over every minute you go over on your cell, concerned about gas and only looking forward to retiring and enjoying life when your body fights you back." I was overwhelmed with emotion and left the restaurant. He got up to say something to me but I was already in my car. When he saw me in the car, he was completely dumbfounded. I drove away to my home, and stayed up that night reminiscing. By the time I was 23, I was worth nearly 100 million and was known throughout the country. I started hanging around celebrities, doing drugs and finding ways to get excitement out of life. This made the papers, and my father called me. Over the phone, he told me that he wanted me to live a normal life because living long without luxury is better than dying young with everything you want. All the people that made fun of me in high school, all the girls that turned me down would now speak to me on Facebook saying how cool I was. I knew all of these people just cared about my status, but I wondered if I would've kept some of the people I lost as friends had I not gone down this path. I wondered if living successful was worth all the bs associated with it. My dad called me again and said I should think about university to give structure to my life and bring me back down to earth a bit,what comes easy goes easy. I had everything I had ever wanted as a child and didn't know what to do with it now. I've always kept to myself and learned about others so a family is out of the question.
Basically, should I go back to university, find a way to settle down and find a job that will just keep me occupied? I've worked so hard for everything I have and there's so many people that want to be me but can't. Should I throw it all away? Is my father right?
The story isn't made up. I don't know what to do anymore and am seeking input. My family basically left me for dead and I had to pull myself up.
@Beatriz one of the reasons I didn't want to pursue higher education was because of the bs and bias I'd faced throughout grade school. I hated the fact that you're seen as more valuable if you get higher grades. I hated the fact that teachers were always right and correcting them would get you in trouble. I hated how all the teachers thought I'd go nowhere in life because I didn't value school. Now they'll be stuck where they are until they die while I can live better off than any of them. What I wonder is that will spending all the money on what I want really make me happy? Perhaps I need more goals. My friends say I should set myself a goal of becoming a billionaire but I've witnessed first hand what problems money brings. I've lost most of the people I cared about for what I think as being successful and its starting to dawn on me that money can't hide the pain. I'm so p****d off at my parents for trying to give me advice though. If they were
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